"Thou wear them, then!"
"The dream did not concern me, but thee, my lord. I saw thee celebrating a marriage!"
"Oh, that thou seest often! This time with Felicitas?"
"No, with Persephone, the queen of shades."
"She is no doubt very beautiful," laughed the Tribune, spreading out his powerful arms; "let her only approach, she is welcome!"
"May the omen be far distant!" cried the slave.
"Thou art very anxious about me! Does my life concern thee? Why? Say, for what reason?"
"Oh, sir, thou wast never so angry with Chrysos as"----
"With all the others, wilt thou say?" laughed the Moor. "Only self-interest, old man; I need thee; that is, thy healing knowledge and fingers."
"If thou wouldst only pray! And some one creature on the earth, love--some one name honour! It would be better for thee!"